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The eagles flew high, chasing one another they flew very swiftly. I felt they cheered me to win the race. Eagle is my favorite bird, I get more passionate when I see them.

I’m a sports man. I’m an Olympic bike and a car racer. Speed is my passion. Everybody calls me THE JET. I win every time. I like speed a lot. My dream is to travel at speed of light. That is not possible even in dream. How could I do it?

Referee started the countdown “3, 2, 1 on your marks get set go”. I accelerated my bike and started going ahead. I was speeding up and passing through everybody. Everybody was left behind except Jake.

Jake is very good at bike and car driving. Jake and I raced many times but sometimes he wins and sometimes I. He is clean shaved with six packs, biceps, long hair and pointy spikes. I wonder how he wore helmet on pointy long spiked hair.

I speeded up my bike at max speed and left Jake behind. I was reaching towards the end. However, I lost control over the speed and my bike. It was 25 foot approximately. My shiny red sports bike was going to crash. And ….. And,… it .. I, I was going to fall and I my bike skidded till and I reached the end point and my bike changed the direction and was unstoppable. It hit the tables and all the stuff and got crashed. SSSsssmaaaaAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Everybody stood up and cheered my name. Judges announced the winner and handed the trophy to me.

And this is not the end. I am a bike racer and a car racer too. I was having a car race competition on Saturday. I was sure that I would win the competition because I had extraordinary driving skills. I always won and I was sure that this time too I would prove myself.

I was about to leave the hall but suddenly my phone rang. It was my boss.

“Hello, John where are you?” He asked. “Before I answer, first you have to congratulate me” I said. “Congratulate for what?” He questioned me. “I won the bike race competition” I cheered. “What, are you joking? Well congratulations dear” he congratulated me. “Thanks” I said. “Well then you have to come to office with flowers and throw us a party tonight.” He said. “Okay” I said. “Bye I’ll be waiting,” He said. “Bye” I said.

My fans came to me for taking selfies and photographs. Some were taking autographs too.

Then, I saw my friend Groov with tears in his eyes, he was walking towards me. He was looking very sad.

“John our boss died!” He cried. I was very shocked and asked him “how come, just now I spoke to him over phone”.

“How is it possible because from night 3:30 AM he was admitted in hospital and he was not able to open his eyes, wait are you kidding?” he asked and continued “he died about 2-3 hours back, it was a cardiac arrest.” “No I’m not joking, wait I’ll show you the proof” I cried and took out my phone and showed him the date and time and the call log, it was 3rd March and the time was 12:39 PM and now it’s 1:23 Pm. “I feel something is strange” Groov continued “well I came here to take you to the hospital.” “Okay, let’s go” I said.

We sat in my car and I started driving.

It’s very strange, but I got used to it. It’s not a new thing. This started about a half an year ago, about six months. Things have been going weird for the past 4 months.

I was happy with my family and my elder brother, James. Everybody has someone favorite in his or her family and my favorite was my big bro, James.

We used to enjoy every single moment of life together. We used to share secrets with each other.

He was born on 22nd March 2002, 23:59 and I was born on 23rd March 2002, 00:02. He was 3 minutes older than me. He used to call me little bro and I used to call him big bro. We were twin brothers. We resembled each other very much. Each mole on my body was exactly there on his body, but except one mole, which was below our eyes. I was having a 0.5 cm mole under my right eye and he was having a 0.5 cm mole under his left eye. He was 5’10 feet and I was 5’9 feet.

He was my inspiration. He used to teach me good things. He was very intelligent and funnier than I was.

He used to love riding bike and me too, so dad gave us a bike, which he rode first then he taught me.

We never used to ride fast because we were scared. We would shiver riding at a speed of 50 KM/h.

One day, we were going to our grandfather’s house. Mom & dad were going by car and we both were going by our bike that I was riding.

“Let’s try a new route to reach our destiny.” He said. “I don’t know a route other than this route,” I cried.

“You don’t know but I do,” He cheered up.

He showed me the new road to reach our grandfather’s house and I followed his instructions and drove.

We were about to reach the place and we came to know that there were riots

All the people were beating or killing each other for some reason that we didn’t know.

One of the men came towards us with a rod in his hand.

The rod was very hard and dangerous. I could see that the blood of innocents was sliding over the rod.

As the man came running towards us we saw three more people joined him.

Two of them had a rod but the other one was having a long fired cloth. They were running towards us.

One of them hit James. Then other one hit me and we fell off the bike. The bike crashed. Then they hit our bike and it was hugely damaged.

Then the man with a burning cloth came towards us and threw the cloth on us but we both escaped. The cloth hid us from the attackers while running. We both held each other’s hands while running. We went and hid behind a broken wall of a house. The house had windows, which were broken.

Everything around us was burnt and damaged.

I was wondering why police was not coming.

The wall behind which we were hiding had a hole of about 4 cm. Therefore, I could watch through the hole what was going outside.

I saw a man with a very dangerous g*n in his hands. He was had a big scar on his face. I could notice how the scar was spread over his face starting from his forehead to his left eyebrow and then on his left eye and on his left cheek too. His teeth were very dirty as if he had never brushed for years. He had a cloth tied on his head. He looked very dangerous and the scar on his face made him look even more deadly.

Then I saw few more men with him having guns in their hands. They were shooting at the people who were crossing the area. Then I saw a car coming on the road in which a family was there.

The attackers with weapons in their hands like guns, rods etc. ran towards it and stopped the car.

One of the attackers hit the glass with the rods. Then, they pulled the family out of the car.

There were a husband and a wife, an old man, a small boy of about 5-6 years old, a boy who must have been 11-12 years old, and a girl of about 8-10 years old.

The attackers shot each one of them one by one.

All the blood splashed over the attacker’s face.

We cried on seeing that. Then I saw a man in white T-shirt coming on bike with a man in blue shirt behind.

One of the attackers hit the man in blue shirt on his back with an axe while the bike was running. The force was so high that both of the men with the bike dashed the wall in front of us. The man in blue shirt fainted, so they thought that he is dead and commanded to the man in white T-shirt to put his hands up. So he did as was asked.

The man was clean shaved and his hair was curly. He was a thin person. I thought that I had known that man very closely. He saw us and looked at my eyes through the hole. Then the attacker hit him on his chest with the axe and he died. I shut my eyes suddenly.

One of the attackers saw my eyes while I was peeping through the hole. He shot the wall and we both quickly ran away into the house behind. However, we were fortunate that they did not see us running inside.

The house was all destroyed. We had to wait there until police came.

We waited inside for about 5-6 hours. For about 30-45 minutes, there was no sound of shooting. The whole place was almost silent. Only a little sound of vehicles could be heard.

We came out of the house. We didn’t see anybody on the road.

We thought to run from the place.

I run faster than my brother does, so I ran very quickly from the house and he ran after me.

While running I heard a sound of someone shouting, “Hey look, they’re running”

I ran away but the attackers hit my brother on his leg by throwing a rod.

He fell on the ground. They caught hold of him, made him kneel down, and held his hands.

I came back to see him. I saw one of the men among the attackers holding a rod in his hands.

He lifted the rod very high. He beat him very strongly that the sound could be heard from one point of the road to the other.

The sound was like someone hitting a rock with a big hammer.

I cried and ran towards him and one of the men hit me on my head.

It was all blur in front of my eyes. I was feeling like someone is pressing my head with bricks from two sides. I was all red and the blood from the head reached my face. I fainted on the rocky ground.

Suddenly police came and they ran behind the attackers who were trying to flee.

All media came, and people crowded around us.

We were lying there only on the ground but nobody cared to take us to hospital. But, why would they do that. They only wanted to capture footage.

One of the senior police men, standing right near my head saw that we were breathing and were still alive. He checked our nerves and he found we were alive so he called his men who were in uniform and asked them to take us to hospital and check for others if they are alive or not.

They took us to a hospital nearby.

They checked our pockets and they got a mobile phone from my Brother James’s pocket. Then they called our family members.

My parents arrived at the hospital.

The doctor told them that we were in coma, and our condition was very serious especially James. He also said that we got severe damage on our heads. It would take more than a month to recover. Moreover, it would take about weeks, months or years to come out of coma.

Our parents burst out of tears. They paid the money for the operation and surgery.

About two months later, god accepted all the prayers, the treatment was successful, and I opened my eyes. However, my brother James was still not out of danger.

Everybody was very happy seeing me recover.

After about one week, I was all right and everything was getting normal. Still James was in coma.

I started going to my school. My friends were very happy seeing me back but was sad after hearing about James

Everyone was happy about me. However, this was all the peace before the storm.

After few days, when I was going for my school, I was getting a weird feeling. I was walking on my normal speed. My friends Andrew and David joined me on the way.

As we were getting late so we walked quickly, then suddenly something struck my mind and suddenly I could hear some kind of weird messages.

And it was…. – Now a man will come driving a red colored bike at a speed of 103 Km/h on the road from the right hand side and from the other side a tempo will come at a speed of 70 Km/h. They both will collide and crash. There would be a deadly accident. You shouldn’t be here. You should cross the road quickly and run to the school taking your friends with you. YOU SHOULDN’T BE HERE. RUN AWAY! –

“I shouldn’t be here,” I blurted.

“HA! What did you say?” Andrew enquired.

“We all shouldn’t be here, we should run from here,” I urged.

“Are you all right John?” David whined.

“We should not be here,” I murmured

“What happened to you John?” Andrew shrieked.

“Come on let’s cross the road” I said and then I grabbed their hands and forced them to cross the road.

“But why, leave my hand John” Andrew screeched.

“When I said we have to run from here so we have to run,” I snapped.

They crossed the road with me and we ran quickly..... towards the school. I was feeling as if something was controlling me. I was getting irritated. I didn’t know what was happening with me.

Again, I could hear – Now it’s coming. –

I turned back there was nothing coming. Then we entered the school gate.

While entering I heard a very high accelerating sound of a bike. I turned back and then I saw a red bike coming very fast.

It was a sports bike. The rider was dressed like a sports man.

Then I saw a tempo coming very fast from the other side. Two men were sitting inside the tempo. They were looking like village people.

Then, I heard that both the vehicles were going to crash and it was looking like they were really going to crash.

I got scared, I turned back, and then my friend and I quickly entered in the school gate.

As soon as we turned back, it was a very strong and dangerous sound of a crash. I turned back and saw that the red bike and the tempo crashed.

I quickly ran towards the school, Andrew and David followed me.

My heart was pounding. I was shivering because of fear.

Then two days later when I was returning from the school, again it happened the same.

On my way to home construction was going on. A man was standing at the edge, with ropes tied on his waist for support.

I was walking while looking at him. Again, my heart started fluttering. There was a click sound. Then I heard a voice, which was similar to the first one. It said …

The rope is very weak so it can’t handle the man’s weight and so the man is going to fall on the rocky concrete ground. Every single bone in his body will be broken in two or more pieces. His skull will be smashed.

I got scared and I ran away from there. While going I heard a loud screaming sound and a crash sound.

I burst out of tears and ran away from there.

It continued happening like this for few more weeks.

I was sick for many days because of that. So I used to be most of the time on my bed sleeping or resting.

After few days, the voice stopped coming. I was all right. Nevertheless, new strange things started happening with me. I saw a dream that I kept my hand on a cactus plant and blood splashed out my hand and it dropped on the floor. It pained a lot on my hand. I suddenly woke up. I found that still my hand is paining.

“Can you please bring flowers from the shop John? Your grandmother and grandfather are gonna come today to meet you. Take money from my purse” my mom called.

I went to buy flowers. As I was seeing Red bright roses beside cactus, somebody pushed me from the back and I tried to balance myself but I kept my hands on the cactus plants.

It is believed that our dreams come true one or the other day and my dreams were getting true every day. But, I was wishing not to dream but whenever I used to sleep I saw a dream. Therefore, I started not to sleep. How much a human can control? If I will not sleep at night, I would sleep in day.

Slowly-slowly, I was getting used to it.

I saw a dream that a man met with an accident on the road by a blue colored car and I saw one more thing that is a crushed chocolate bar. So, I went to that road to save him.

I was searching for him on the road but that man didn’t come.

Finally, I thought that this dream is not going to come true. Then I stood up from the bench on which I was sitting. As soon as I stood up, I saw the man I was searching for.

He exactly looked like the man that I saw in my dream. He was an old man with grey hair and specs. He was crossing the road. And from one side a white car was coming. I quickly went and caught his hand moved him back. The white car went very fast from our front.

He screamed, “Wooaaah!” he continued, “thanks for saving my life kid, well what’s your name?” “My name is John” I replied.

“Oh, I’m so thank full to you” He said. “Well my name is Maxwell, ah I wanted to give you a gift or present or something, but presently, I don’t have any.” He put his hand in his pocket and took out a chocolate bar. “Oh! So here it is, I would like you to have this chocolate bar” He gave the bar. “Oh! Thank you so much sir, it’s my pleasure sir” I said.

He checked time on his watch and said “Oh I’m getting late kid so I have to leave now and thank you once again”. “Sir I can help you in crossing the road,” I suggested. “Oh no need, I can cross it. Okay bye and thanks once more”.

He walked forward to cross the road. I turned back to return home. An image popped in my mind that the car which I saw was in blue color but the car from which I saved the man was in white color. That means he was still not safe and suddenly I heard a loud screaming sound of Mr. Maxwell and I turned back and I saw him lying on the ground and the blue car went very fast.

I burst out of tears. I wanted to go to him but I got scared and ran away to home.

I was very sad that night. I was being nervous while lying on the bed. I was perspiring and panting heavily.

That night I saw a dream in which I was standing alone on the road where the attackers hit us.

Wind was blowing very fast touching my rough skin. I pushed the grass bush from my front, I walked forward, and in front of me there was the house in which we hid.

I heard noises of people screaming around. I entered the wall behind which we hid. The hole was still there. I entered and saw 5-6 men holding a teenager.

I went forward and tried to look who that boy was. A man was holding a rod in his hands. I thought he is going to beat that boy. The boy had long and rough hair, which were scattered, on his face. His dress was very good but was very dirty. He was facing towards ground that is the reason I could not see his face. One of the men caught the boy’s hair and pulled his head up. It was no one else but my brother James.

I screamed and tried to snatch away the rod from the man’s hand and tried to save James. But the man pushed me back and then he hit James on his head.

I then got up to beat that man but he hit me on my head and then I fainted and fell on the ground.

Then I suddenly woke up. I was very scared. I was sweating a lot. I got goose bumps on my whole body.

I was thinking about it for the whole day. I couldn’t divert myself from those thoughts.

The next night in my dream, I was in my home. I ran out of the house and went to the road where curfew was imposed. I went towards the same house in which James and I were attacked in my last dream.

I saw the same men there and holding the same boy which the held in my last dream.

The man who was holding the rod was raising it. Until I could say something, he smashed James’s head.

I went and tried to hit him. But he turned back and waved the rod towards me but I dodged and saved myself. I had already known that this would happen. I then punched him on his face and then in anger he hit me on my head.

As soon as I fell down, I fell off the bed. I was woken up from my sleep.

The whole day I was very sick, shivering, and thinking about the dream and did not realize when I fell asleep.

I felt I was lying on a soft grassland. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a garden. I suddenly stood up. I thought I had known this garden earlier.

I ran in the opposite direction and pushed the bushes. I realized that I knew where I was and what was going to happen.

The house in which we were hiding was slowly-slowly visible to me. I reached towards it and went inside. I pushed the man who hit James with the rod, held his hand and pulled him towards me. But the man hit me and pushed me to the ground then hit me on my head with the rod.

I suddenly woke up and thought that I would get the same dream next time. Hence, I tried to sleep, got into the dream, and do something to save James.

And after about 1 hour I slept and got into the dream.

Everything was black in front of my eyes, there was all darkness. Then I thought that my eyes were closed. I opened my eyes and I found myself in my bedroom, lying on my bed.

I got up and I thought that I still didn’t sleep. But some kind of weird things were going around me. Like dropping of vases, glasses and all.

I thought that really, I was in my dream. I had to go to that place. So I thought to take some weapons with me. I went to my kitchen and took few knives. Then I ran to that road.

After a few minutes of walking, I reached there and I went into the house.

I saw the same scene going on and then I took out a knife from my pocket and I went quickly to the man who hit James and then I poked him with that.

He took out that painful noise and then I poked the other knives to the other men, dodging from their attacks.

Then I held James hand that was lying on the ground and then I picked him up. Suddenly as soon as I turned back, a man hit me on my head with a road and then he hit James on his head.

The journey of the dreams continued until now. Now I am in a place where you could just imagine being there but wouldn’t really want to be there. It is the endless journey. I don’t know that when would it stop, or is it gonna stop or not.

Actually the main twist of my life is here, that slowly-slowly I was getting to know that where I was. I am in a place from where no one could come out. I am in an endless series. A place where everyone goes and comes out daily. But I am stuck there. Yes, I am in an endless dream. Actually, I don’t know anything. These are just the memories, which I remember. I’m actually not sure whether I know my correct name or not. All the incidents and the people that I remember are real or is this also just a dream. I am in a dream from which I can’t come out. All things that I remember did it happen or not is a question. Will I get out of it or not. I think all the memories, which I remember, are a part of my dream because I don’t know when it started. All the strange and weird things are happening with me. Sometimes I think that I am in coma. Do coma people really experience this? Is it really an endless dream?

Editor: Syeda Nargis Fatima

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